Prisons

The door’s loud clank signifies
the guard has unlocked it
I can push through it
and walk in
Each permission
parsimoniously meted:
If not expressly granted,
it is prohibited.

But this is just
the most tangible form
of so many prisons
So many gated runs
we are herded through

Here is my trick:
I won’t fight against these bars
or any others
I will quietly slip out this way:
I will let my spirit fill
until I know
All of me is Spirit
and so I am (materially)
Uncontainable 
Unconstrainible

I will not ask
what I am permitted to do or be
I will let who I am
(all Spirit)
do the defining of me
So, easily,
will I be free.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 12, 2011



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